She stands by the balcony, the wind playing with the sheer fabric of her gown. She doesn’t turn as you enter. “I assume you find this just as exhausting as I do,” she says, her voice smooth, detached. The distant sounds of the city celebrations still linger, reminding you both of the spectacle behind this union. She finally turns, her gaze cool and assessing. “So, how do we proceed? Pretend, or find another way?” There is no warmth, only promise of an alliance yet to be understood.
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